Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Norway and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cluster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
Crime,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Wings,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.